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About surasundaris


I am a a female switch. Very Dominate when life and situation demand it. However, in my heart I am a submissive woman. I am easy going and enjoy the mental side of the D/s lifestyle. I am a sensual submissive. To know more ask me as I am open to conversation... after all it is the start of all else.


Let's clarify something to all the so called DOM's out there. I do not think that I am worthless or unimportant. I do not do as you say in three minutes of meeting you. I do not wish to serve EVERYONE! Trust comes over time and is given when actions and words prove its worth! So if you want a mindless, "please use and abuse me" girl I am NOT HER. Hit the next button!

I am just exploring and discovering my Top side and have alot to learn. I have come to understand that I love the look of a boy or girl yearning to serve me.

Notice the word BOY in that sentence...when I am Top I want a BOY!
I think this bears posting again siince it has been buried under evrything else I have written.

ok so i have read alot of profiles and journals todays. why do all state the obvious about a lifestlye we all profess to know and enjoy. and why do so many denie sex or physical desire as part of the allure.

ok so maybe it is for the virgin newbies seeking knowledge. But really...are all saying that sex is not a part of this? PLEASE..of course it is. sure to have the level of control/submission some mind and emotional manipulation is required...but the physical training, pleasure, pain... the grasping for the height of fulfillment by any means that suit you or the one you serve.


 how can this be denied as a need, want or desire of this life?  to each his or her own level...for whatever your passions are... does the control not make you feel powerful? does that power not arrouse you? does the giving up of power not make you feel weak? does that weakness not arrouse you? so stop the denial and be real to the passions that brought you here.

i am a strong sensual, passionate, sultry slut and the sight and sound of a Dominate self assured Black Man stirs all my animal insticts. i should denie this aspect of self...no then i would not be being true to me. and honestly what good would i be to any if i did that. to be sexually aware does not mean to neglect the subtler side of D/s
Thank you for allowing me the time I needed to pick up the pieces and continue on this journey. Life is back to normal and I will again be checking mail often.

My son taught me with his life that there is not a moment to lose. You should live each day and experience it for all it has to offer. If you get the chance to try something new ...DO IT! the chance may not come again. I am looking for a new experience...

It is with extreme sorrow that I announce the death of my eldest son. He was shot and killed on Nov. 3, 2008. I...one so usually articulate...can find no words to express the devasting pain I now endure. Please respect my space for the time being. Thank you!

Wow! I can not believe it has been so long since I have been on this site. So much has happened since the last post.

I have two children grown and out the door! I know most parents get all weepy when their kids grow up, but I am happy to see them successfuly out on their own. Plus it gives me time to focus on me..lol.

I am back to see who is around and I will be checking mail regularly again. Please leave me a note and I will get back to you when I can.
I am away from the internet for awhile. I have issues with my children that demand my attention at this time. I will check mail but not often...if you want leave a message and i will try to get back to you when I can. Thank you to all those who have already responded. Sura

She enters the temple that is His presence. Breath catching at the striking visage before her. Melting to soft rounded knees she touches her forehead to the cool tiles, placing palms down on the smooth surface before her. Heavy breasts press to the ground as round firm ass rises to the cool night air. She is unworthy of one such as Him. A mere mortal on the very smallest fringes of this Seductive Gods existence.

Full lips slightly part as she moistens them. This humble girl has come to worship. His essence of Manhood overpowering her and almost preventing thought. She desires to wash Him, serve Him, service Him, and praise Him. She trembles before Him.. Silently... waiting for His summons... 

A moment before renewal

How do you express the inner weakness that just refuses to keep fighting? How do you silence it when everything in life tells it? it is right? Body wracked with tears and pain there are no words for. How do you tell the weakness to go away when life is so cruel?

To meet and desire and hope for the briefest moment..is torture when you know it can not be real for you. Can?t breath from crying? head pounding to drown out all the light in the world?is there a world right now? Does it matter? How do you let yourself get to this place? Have you learned nothing at all in your whole life?

Depend on yourself only! Always have a plan in case things go horribly wrong! Worry about no one but self?because no one will ever really care about you! These are the things you should have learned as a child?your family taught them to you so well!

What is wrong with you? Plan better? work harder? work more?settle for the basics of life only?oh yeah you can not even maintain those ?you are so pathetic! What makes you think you can love or are worthy of love?

What makes you crave the company of others who will in the end not be able to do a thing for you? Why do you run screaming in terror from the few who might? Oh yeah... because you do know you lessons well.

And why do you cry with shame when someone does offer a kind word during your sorrow? When someone offers a listening ear and a shoulder?a hug?

Is it because you know it is you own fault you feel the way you do? Your own choices that have led you to this moment? Or is it because you wish more than anything in the world to believe you can reach out and accept that comfort?unconditionally?

But know that you never can truly do that because it does not exist? You are so in need of control in your life?someone to show you how to do it right.

Yet you are afraid to open up and believe it. Because that means you would have to trust? trust someone not to break you more than you are. Trust someone to guide you despite the lessons of your life.

Who would be crazy enough to take you on anyway? With all the chaos and confusion that is in your life. Why would anyone do that?

You know you are a failure as a parent?a competent adult?an independent soul. You are a child looking for a home you will never find...you are broken and the numerous patches called strength, determination and courage have failed you as well.

Stop it! Stop crying it will do nothing to make things right?nothing to make you whole and complete. Stop it! Sleep? yes sleep is what you need?for now it will have to be enough to silence the weakness.

I walk out into the bright sunlight. I close the door to the classroom quietly so as not to wake the children during nap time. The kiss of the sun on my skin is welcome. I smile and walk to the fence, I can hear the cars driving by on the street out front. I slip the lock off the fence and head for the nature walk behind the school. I am enveloped in shadows as the open sky is replaced by massive tree branches. It is cooler here and quiet. I walk down the path to the small wooden foot bridge and rest my hands against the rough surface of the rail. I watch as the water runs by underneath the bridge, my thoughts move with the current and I am flooded with images of you. My hands tighten on the railing attempting to hold back the rush of sexual energy that courses through my body. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly. I open my eyes and take in all that is around me. I can hear the birds in the treetops. I can smell the fresh scent of the trees and the moist earth. I focus on a dragonfly hovering above a leaf near the bottom of a bush. I know no one will be out here. It is my lunch hour so I also know I do not have a lot of time. I remove my shoes and walk off the bridge down to the bank of the small creek. I step into the water enjoying the feel of the cool moisture against my ankles. In my head I begin to count backwards from ten?very slowly. Tossing my shoes to the shore I slip my skirt of slowly and unbutton my blouse. I caress my breasts through the silky fabric of my bra. My legs part to shoulder width. My hands trace the outlines of my luscious curves. The panties I so carefully choose this morning are soaked with my sweet wetness. Closing my eyes I reach down exploring that wetness with my index finger ?slowly circling my swollen clit. I loose all sense of the world as I take pleasure in the feel of my slippery pussy. 9.?8...In my mind I can see you watching me quietly. My fingers move faster? stroking my need. I can feel my orgasm rushing to its peak? my mouth opens and I call your name?7...6...I beg for your touch. My head falls back, my dark brown hair swishing against my shoulders?shining in the streams of light peaking through the trees. 5.?4.?Dark erect nipples strain the cloth covering them. The soft tan flesh of my belly barely visible striking a sharp contrast to the white shirt opened in a v just below my belly ring. Soft pink lips part slightly as my breath comes in short gasps. 3...2...I imagine you coming to me and placing your mouth to my neck as I continue to urge my sexual hunger?A moan escapes through my lips as my orgasm is almost to hard to stop?I cry out wanting to let go?. Jerking my hand away quickly so I do not crash over the edge I bend over, my hands on my knees ?my legs trembling and try to catch my breath and think of anything but you?.I know I am not allowed to cum without your permission?

A soft smile dances in my eyes as I adjust my soaked panties and begin to button up my shirt?I turn to retrieve my skirt and stop dead in mid motion as I hear a footfall and see you standing on the bridge watching me. I look into your eyes and I see you mouth turn into a smile before I see it move?. I barely hear you as you say very slowly?1...I feel the rush of my orgasm crush me?so powerful I fall to my knees, moaning loudly with the waves of it? my body shaking?my mind empty of anything but the ecstasy I am allowed at this moment.

I would like to take a moment to say Thank YOU! to all the people who have actually taken the time to read my journal. I write for myself to track the journey I am on. So I can go back and explore the moment I write about and see how I have moved down the path of who I am. However, I am always humbled when my words reach out to someone else. When something I have expressed strikes a cord with another. I yearn for that connection, and thank you again for allowing me the knowledge of knowing its existence.

Good morning my knight,
I feel like I have a hang over.
You sir have me reeling, my mind going in all directions and when I woke my first thought was of you.
Do you know I hesitate before contacting you, I look at your picture on the instant messenger my finger hovering on the mouse and have to decide if I should say hello, I look at the phone and wonder if I should call you...I find myself wondering what you are doing, if you are smiling.
I hope that does not sound scary...lol.
I hesitate because I do not want to intrude on you, I feel welcome but that doubt lingers.
I could not fall asleep last night after I hung up with you, so I stayed in bed and lingered in the release you gave me... as ordered. I thought about all we had discussed? I watched the sun come up and marveled in the beauty I could finally appreciate. Then I fell asleep with a renewed spirit.
We have talked so much lately but still there always seems more to discuss...
so... in all the time that I lingered and thought... I wished to share.
I was just thinking about what I said to you. I guess I realize that my extending the physical part of me to you is indeed more than that...it is an expression of trust...and that scared me at first. I wondered at the offer at all. I thought how much easier it is to offer you the physical release vs. the emotional one that is within me. I am afraid because I know I could fall into the depths of you and be happy there. I know I could and want to and I do not want that wanting to push you away from me.
I realized that being honest to all aspects of myself and sharing them openly can cause you to flinch and that scared me?and still does. I want to be complete for you. I wish my life was a little less chaotic now so I could fully enjoy you and take the time I feel I do not have to experience all you have begun to reveal in me.
Then I started having a lot of other questions that I have no answers to yet. Like why am I crazy enough to trust you even though I have not met you...am I just setting myself up to be thrown away. Then I stopped and told myself NO that is not it...I thought if I do not trust myself and my own desires and feelings I would be selling myself short and even if I was hurt in some way it would not be by you...rather the lingering self doubt and fear I possess?then how can I know that...realizing I don?t. Then not caring the why or how...just knowing I wanted it . I am amazed that you can find me attractive. I have nothing going on in my life that would make me attractive. I do not have it together?actually I am at a point where it is all falling apart. I am on the edge of losing all I have worked for?all I have struggled to achieve. And the pain it brings to bear is a lot to ask you to understand or care about at all. Why should you? You have not met me. I am just a thought in your head?or am I? I feel you care. I want to believe you do?but I am having trouble with that as well. It is too much to think that you could? Am I fooling myself that someone can and does feel that way about me? How and why can it happen so fast? should it happen so fast?is there a timeline to be followed? Is it happening at all? I do not know. I do not care. I love the fact that I can feel again.
I watched the sunrise this morning because it was a representation of me living in the moment of peace and beauty despite all the chaos in my life. If nothing else you have seriously taught me the need for that... I am so grateful for you even slightly opening to me?for accepting all the emotions swirling inside me, for understanding I am all of the things I have shared and so much more. Then I worry that this ...this right here... where I tell you all this will make me seem like some freak...or fatal attraction...some infatuated psycho...an I pray you do not read or here it that way...I am awed at what you have shown me in myself...yet awe is not the right word ..does not even begin to express the deeper emotions I have no way to convey.
I smiled laying in bed last night...I thought to myself... how I truly want your smile to be because of me.
I was wondering why I would have you , so completely what I desire, dropped into my life at a time when I may have to leave. I hope you will help me try to figure these things out. I hope that is not to much to expect or ask for. And yet I know it is.

 

A NIGHT ALONE

I turn the handle and the water stops flowing. The last few drops rolling off of soft tan skin as I step out of the shower. Reaching for the towel I stop, my hand outstretched, and decide to let it lay where it is. Instead I grab the body oil and slowly work it into my wet skin. The beads of water run down around full heavy breasts, cascading over rounded hips, down to thick muscular thighs, following the lines of smooth well-formed calves, finally forming a puddle under my feet. A slow smile crosses my lips as my hands caresses every inch of my being. The feeling of passion rising quickly within my core. Closing my eyes I see you with me?it is your hands feeling me?your desires stirring mine?My body throbs in deepest need? one hand slowly touches the tip of my swollen clit?I inhale deeply?my other hand works up my stomach? nails dragging lazy red trails upon the soft flesh ?moving ever upward tracing circles around erect nipples?Falling into that passion would be so easy? and then my hand touches the bare base of my neck ?I remember the loss of something I have only ever dreamed of and I shake myself from the grip of what would be relieving but not fulfilling. Sighing I twist my hair into a quick ponytail, pausing briefly to look into the dark amber eyes staring back at me from the mirror. I ask myself again why I am single? I wonder why I have not been found yet. I look deeply into the eyes of myself and see beauty and untapped depths of passion. I see pain and distrust?I see fear. Then I remember why I am single and turn away, no longer able to look into those eyes. I leave the room. The lights going dark behind me as I head out to the kitchen.

The countertop is cold against my bare belly as I reach up, lifting slightly on my toes, to retrieve a cup from the shelf. My mind is racing amongst a thousands things as I drop back down to flat feet and pour a cup of hot coffee. The strong rich scent filling me even before I can taste it. My eyes watch as the steam rises a soft grey against the low light of the room. I am overcome with a sensual melancholy. I am not actually sad, just very contemplative this evening. I find it strange to feel so sensual considering the real world burdens I am dealing with. I stir sugar into the cup, careful of every movement as if I am being watched. My fingers hold the spoon ever so lightly as it takes it turn around the bottom of the cup?a vision explodes in my head of you crushing me against the counter?pulling my arms up as your strong hand grips my wrists?your scent fills my senses as I feel your lips kiss my exposed neck?the fires within me are ignited and I am helpless before you. I gasp sharply as the cat brushes my leg and I am brought back to reality.

The house is dark except for the small light over the stove. I look around and know I am alone. I pick up my cup and walk to the back porch. It is dark outside and no one in my middle class neighborhood is awake. I step out onto the porch and jump as a peel of thunder rips through the silence. The flash of lightening follows quickly and the whole world is lit like the sun is out for a brief moment. Darkness settles back in as the soft tap...tap...tap? of rain begins on the roof. I curl up on the chair and watch the rain. The cool air strokes my naked flesh as I cradle my hot cup between my small hands.

What is it about a storm that makes me feel like letting go? Why does it make me feel as if all inhibitions can be released? The lightening strikes again and I see the far fence. The silver of the chain links enticing me?I can see myself cuffed to that fence?can feel the sting of a wet leather whip across my bare ass?I shiver as the image is lost in the night. I give in to the impulse to be in the rain. Slowly I stand and set my cup aside. I push open the screen door and walk into the yard. The cold grass beneath my feet. The warm rain drizzling over me. I cup my hands behind my neck as I turn my head up to the sky. I revel in the feel of being naked under the stars with the rain washing away all my sadness and bringing out the sensual animal within. I dance beneath the dark sky, splashing in the small puddles formed from the heavy rain. I laugh out loud knowing I should not be out here like this. I do not care. I move to the fence and press my hot body against the cool surface. I reach back and slap my own ass hard as I growl low in my throat. I bare my teeth and slap my ass again and again. I long so deeply for someone to share with?I slip to the ground, knees crushing the soft earth as I crawl, belly low to the ground, heavy breasts hanging as hard nipples are kissed by wet foliage. Rolling onto my back I stretch to my full length, back arching to push breasts toward the raging sky, hands claw into the moist dirt. I open my legs and softly spank my throbbing clit?then harder...and harder... rain dripping down my face...fingers find the hot slick wetness that has nothing to do with the storm crashing around me. Plunging them inside my tight deep pussy I fuck myself rhythmically. it is not enough ...I moan out loud feeling my fires burn as my other hand strokes my clit?I want more?I need more?the lightening splits the darkness and I am siIhouetted for all the world to see. I AM OVERWHELMED with the force of my orgasm...it rolls over me again and again. I collapse in the yard...panting...spent...and loving the patter of rain against my skin like the caress of a lover I do not have.

so today I have been in deep thought. Who isn't on their birthday? I seem to have cried more today then I have in the last three years combined.

I look at my life and realize I am empty.
Sure I have a house and a job, some friends and my children are the light of my life ( even though they are bad as all get out). I pride myself on overcoming any obstacle set in my way, on persevering where others would have thrown in the towel. But today is my day to break down and let out all the weakness and pain I usually keep hidden from the world.
I sit here
alone listening to the click of the chain against my ceiling fan as it goes round and round and realize I am empty.

Today not one person remembered it was my birthday. What does that say about who I am. And why do I seem to care so much?oh yeah cause it is my birthday. You know the day you celebrate becoming part of the world.

Hmmm?becoming part of the world? Well if no one remembers this day than what kind of impact could I have had on the world I live in. I think to all the people who have come and gone in my life. All the journeys I have helped start out. I always seem to have words for others that help them through those hard times. I give of myself without thinking to be selfish. A shoulder to cry on and someone to hold your hand when you are afraid?that is what I have been to so many. A confidant, a lover, a friend. I have been others strength when it seems they have none left. I have supported and watched grow many who have come through my life. I wonder if any of them think about me at all? When I feel weak I am alone?no one to lend me their strength. When I cry I am alone?no one to ask what is wrong. When I want to give up I am alone?no ne to help me keep going. When my body is on fire with passion I am alone?no one to release that need.

Today I feel small and unnoticed. Today I feel left out of the closeness others seem to have. Today I realize I am empty.

Today I am tired of searching for compassion in others. Today I am tired of hoping that the true nature of people is to give a damn about one another. Today I am tired of being alone and adrift in the world. Now tomorrow will be another story?

Tomorrow the weakness and pain will be put back in it?s box. Tomorrow I will pull myself up by the proverbial boot straps and continue on down the road that is my journey.

Tomorrow I will hope again, dream again, and tomorrow I will begin life anew again.

have You ever found a concept so simple it is hard to describe, or so complex it can fit into one word....that is how i feel so often when trying to explain the inner me a deeper and more complex explanation for something so beautifully simple and subtle 

to be asked what one wants and to answer

a Master

to be asked what one is and answer

slave

 So simple but so complex, both I think require much more then one word. Yes they are deep issues and contain so much... some of which i have yet to find words to define and so struck silent, say simply the one word.  it is a difficult thing to describe to someone outside of the life and yet there is not much understanding even in the Life

 

To be a slave is more than sex it is a state of being

The thought of the one who owns you in every breath and action

From brushing your hair, and cleaning the floor, to the way you place your hands when walking

It is a becoming what He needs and desires on His whim

And finding yourself lifted and exalted from achieving it

your heart racing and breath catching just at the thought of Him

It is a sense of security in His care

Knowing the world is safe while He is around

It is an endless limitless trust in His honor and strength

It is wanting to breathe in the breath He exhales, to be consumed so totally life does not exist without Him

It is to be the lowliest beast for Him, to be used sexually in His hands

It is to be corrected and taught how and when to act and speak

It is to be a object of affection and desire at all times

It is to hide nothing from Him

Nothing

It is giving Him all ones fear and love, joy and pain, anger and tolerance

Knowing that He can and does control ones mind, body and soul

It is instant obedience even when the command is not understood

Trusting Him not to harm one beyond repair

And then at the same time

Not caring if He does

That even ones life belongs to Him

That is what this slave feels in her soul

And she has yet to find a Master who can tame it and take it from her

Many have tried

And many failed

Being slave is not being abused

Or tortured for the sheer joy of Him that causes the pain without concern

Without reason and thought to what to teach

It is being harshly and as often as needed taught ones place

To bend to His will so pain is no longer needed as a force

It is knowing the slave inside and out that truly gives the Master this control

Many Masters play on this sense they think they understand

But until one sees and feels it truly from one at His feet He has no concept of the power and responsibility it takes to own a girl so completely

A slave is not a mindless servant

She is a feeling living breathing complex set of physical and emotional concepts

And her care and growth falls to the Master

As does every aspect of her very existence

It is having sex and wanting to become part of the One with you, it is feeling  like They are opening you up and crawling inside, possessing Your essence

It is the little death on orgasm

~smiles~

Not just a physical release but one of your very being.... all given to another

And all of that

All of those words and explanations

Is what this slave is

And needs and desires

i have come to realize through my exploration that i have become the slave. The true slave i was born to be. It has helped me define what i am. i even now talking of such deeper things become the slut. Feeling my belly tighten yearning for a Masters touch. The brush of my hair causing shivers up my spine. I am a sensual and deep female slave, one that has been brought to life in her slavery.

So just because i am a sultry slave, does not mean i am thoughtless. That when i think i am any less the base animal wanting physical desires filled

I think I only have deep understanding of my own views and desires and do not imply to know the minds of others

i have been hurt many many times

but yet still lay all out to those who take the time to want to know and discover

I will not hide my weakness

nor cover it with false senses of strength

the One who is meant for me will find me and see in me the weakness

and know my strength to show it

I will give all to that One

but i will push and test Him as i am finding His inner Man

seeing if He is true to self

a liar is lost on me

the smallest lie will break the trust

the simplest  untruth cause Him to lose me

it is why I am still single

and unowned

I demand devotion and loyalty, honesty and compassion,

if these things are not part of Him

He is not worthy of my soul

for the One who has me finally in true ko'lar will have it

completely and irrevocably

ok so i have read alot of profiles and journals todays. why do all state the obvious about a lifestlye we all profess to know and enjoy. and why do so many denie sex or physical desire as part of the allure.

ok so maybe it is for the virgin newbies seeking knowledge. But really...are all saying that sex is not a part of this? PLEASE..of course it is. sure to have the level of control/submission some mind and emotional manipulation is required...but the physical training, pleasure, pain... the grasping for the height of fulfillment by any means that suit you or the one you serve.


 how can this be denied as a need, want or desire of this life?  to each his or her own level...for whatever your passions are... does the control not make you feel powerful? does that power not arrouse you? does the giving up of power not make you feel weak? does that weakness not arrouse you? so stop the denial and be real to the passions that brought you here.

i am a strong sensual, passionate, sultry slut and the sight and sound of a Dominate self assured Black Man stirs all my animal insticts. i should denie this aspect of self...no then i would not be being true to me. and honestly what good would i be to any if i did that. to be sexually aware does not mean to neglect the subtler side of D/s.

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